From the fire
From the haze
From the day
From the out

dirt
snow
pink
glory

1,




2, 3, 4, 5,
6, 7, 8, 9,




10

This is not church anymore, brother.
I was asked to take off her jacket. The ribbon had
just calmly slipped off of the box.
Was it the snake Mr. Lawrence?
Mom, I greeted her well.
Are you going to be okay tonight?
I will show you the frozen tundras under my fingernails.
Yes, yes
I can recall. (there are times when I wish that the night was older)
                     because that's when you see the future.
That is what everything means.
(When it comes to being,
I am
here) Come
one, come all!
Watch the Magician vanish!
Look,
he's gone.

I have walked
the somber forests.
     (Ha! It is
     he who whistles
     of  love, romance
     and lost thought)
 I was the one who had done it--
There is a gentle tide on the rock.
You understand it; the tired thing
(Life happens again, again
      and again)

To be here--
to be here is to be that handful of dust;
     i knew it
     at a time

To be here is to fetch the women
    for the summer
    dances (hear, hear)

the beach rolls
&
the sand weeps

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we close
ourselves
in, (the books of glass)
I remember reading.
I remember time as it stopped.